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Unalive GUTMAGGOT

Unalive - GUTMAGGOT
Pustules clay engrained
My life is a display
Only to your dismay
I'm
Stuck between my mind looking for an escape
So elated not
For many days I weep and grieve
No avail
Pistol, too young to tell
Tendons rip
My life is a hell
Isn't shy
Of finding the least of what's inside
Feel the high
Unalive

Soul is undid
Commence with ultimatum
So many plaintive
Matrix to unsave them
Where's the old charm
Just to wish
Or yearn for all of anything
In young?

Fish only swim
Dogs role is of protective
Birds flap the fins
Sharks winging through the ocean
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